Novel & Cerita House Rules

“So how much is my pay?” “ Fifteen dollars per hour,” he answered. “ You may begin immediately.” I went into the dressing room to change into the waiter’s clothes and came out after drinking a cup of coffee. “ Now get the orders,” Tanner told me and I went to the raised hands. First off to an old woman. “A deep coffee… and how handsome you are!” she commented. “Well, thank you, ma,” I said and was going when she held my hand. Her grip was surprisingly strong.

Well, other than frown, I almost let out a chuckle to be honest. Rules of the household 1.) Don't enter my room (Cypher Kurt) 2.) Don't ever touch my things 3.) Don't ever put the name 'Cypher Kurt' in shame 4.) Don't ever defy Cypher Kurt 5.) Don't ever tell anyone that we're married 6.)No physical contact 7.) Mind your own business. 8.) Don't ever tell anyone about this 9.) You're going to cook 10.) If Mom and Dad are here we will sleep in the Master's bedroom

Their flicker cast long, twitching silhouettes upon the stone walls, draping the chamber in a half-light that made it difficult to tell what was real and what was reflection. At the center of the room sat William, bathed in the faint glow of gold and shadow. He reclined easily upon a cushioned divan of deep maroon velvet, one leg crossed over the other. Before him, on a low table of blackened oak, was a game, Alekhtar. A war-strategy game of conquest and sabotage, said to be favoured by monarchs who preferred subtlety over brute strength. The pieces gleamed — some carved of obsidian, others of ivory. He moved them idly, not to play, but to think.

“We really don’t care whether you clean your room or not. Just make sure your germs don’t get outside the room.” A few people laugh at them, including me. Maybe it’s because I’m tired, because everything is starting to seem hilarious to me. Especially the monster-shaped bag I glimpsed someone carrying, or I could have hallucinated that. “Failure to follow these rules will get you fined… or worse removed. That is all from us. We have a house group chat, and we are currently in the making of a website. Drop your details to one of the heads of house to be added… that’s all. Any questions?”

“House rules: - One card per turn. - You flip it, you live it. - Lie, and the card burns you from the inside out. - Fold, and you forfeit your piece of the Veil. - Win the pot, and you get to rewrite one rule of reality. Lose the pot… well, let’s just say the house always collects.” He leaned forward, eyes glowing gold. “First hand’s on me. Stakes: the reason each of you is really here.” The cards in front of us flipped themselves.

" you will be taken to your rooms where you will stay till further notice." Bash narrowed his eyes, his hands that were clinging to the arms of his back flew to the air as he asked, "What? are we in a prison or something? " James clenched his fists and forced a smile, he wondered what the late mistress saw in Bash to choose him as her beneficiary, " there are the house rules you obey or face the consequences. The number one rule is like quotes, 'on no occasion shall a house guest be caught on the master's staircase or near his room'. " He muttered pointing at a staircase with a stylishly written capital letter S on its wall before its hallway.

I take my luggage and made to go up, but he stops me. "I'm not done yet. If you wanna live with me in peace, you'll have to follow some rules" Rules? Really?. " 1. Don't call me by my first name, it's Mr Russell to you. 2. Don't touch my stuff. 3. Stay away from my room. 4. I have lots of girlfriends you are not allowed to question anyone when they come in. 5. Don't bring your friends to my house. 6. Don't let me see you anytime I'm around. Your ugly face is disgusting"

" I'll treat you like I want. Don't say he finds out I'm his brother then he can't hit the shit out of me. I can easily take your soul." " So do it." " Not now, we have time. Let me explain to you the rules in this house." " I don't care, I like my rules." " • You can wander in the house as you want but don't ever put a toe in the third floor or my room or the office. • You can watch tv, play with Xbox, switch, PlayStation whatever to not get bored in the house for 3 hours • You better don't call or communicate with anyone unless the people here until I say you can

I took that as my cue to take the sheet and read her rules out 'RULE 1: Learn to respect each other' RULE 2: Since we'll be living just as roommates, there's no need for the wife to do the husband's chores RULE 3: Parents are not to be involved in our issues RULE 4: No sexual relationship of any form RULE 5: Let's stay out of each other business and act like adults that we are. RULE 6: I do the dishes while you fix your own food RULE 7: Please read rule 4 over again as this is very important. RULE 8: Please do not come home late

he said, not looking at me. I took a stool on the opposite side of the island. The marble was cold under my palms. He slid a single sheet of paper toward me. It was a list. Typed, concise. “Rules,” he said. I scanned it. 1. Children’s schedules are paramount. Adherence is non-negotiable. 2. You do not answer the door, the house phone, or the gate intercom. 3. Your personal phone remains in your room after 8 PM. 4. You do not enter the east wing hallway. This includes my study and private quarters.